Except for Mr. D. He still has work to do in the tailoring department. But photos are all about angles and this one suits him.
Mr. D was happily occupied getting acquainted with the new hens. So many women, so little time. He wanted them all to himself, but he had two rather large barred-rock roosters with which he battled before he could claim the title of supreme chicken ruler.
Thank goodness, they (the barred-rocks) had nothing to match his ninja martial arts moves. Lightening fast Mr. D subdued the new arrivals convincing everybody he was the top chicken on the block. (Or rather to miss the chopping block...)
And these lovely ladies were his prize. These are the white leghorns...
And the buff Orphingtons...
And here's the fully feathered crew huddled in the corner of their penitentiary. Note: Mr. D is in the middle of the flock. I think he is really happy to have some friends. For about three days after the elimination of the other flock he ran like hell when anybody came near the chicken pen. Can you say flash back..... "No don't catch me. No I'll stop spurring you. Really, I'll be good."
Cousin Luke was happy to see new birds too. He was cradling this hen like his long lost baby. I think the kids will get this group of hens tamed pretty quickly. They are much more docile then the skittish feather eating Danish Leghorns we got rid of.
The replacement crew consists of 2 white leghorns, 2 barred-rock hens, 2 barred-rock roosters, 4 buff Orphington hens, and 1 Rhode Island hen. They are about six months old and are making four eggs a day. In a few months they'll get into full production mode.
And I am going on a secret mission today to get a few more special hens to round out the crew. Photos later...
Then there was something still in one of the carrying crates...
Hmmmm what could it be? Trust Mike to figure out how to remove the newest member of the flock.
Never mind the pink abomination in the background. That's just a girl who thinks ballerinas can be six feet tall.
Come on now. Easy does it. You can make it.
Isn't she just gorgeous! Now, I am hearing Steve Irwin in my head talking about his beastly looking crocodiles at the Australia zoo. But this is one sexy turkey!
Our hen turkey put on a little display for a few minutes in her new surroundings. She had me thinking she was a he, but apparently female turkeys will strut under stressful conditions when they want intimidate and show they are "big" too.
We are on the hunt for a Tom turkey, so she won't get all chicken brained with the wacky feathered rats scurrying around her feet. After all she needs some appropriate male company too.